We were moving now, a tunnel of dazzling orange light surrounded us both as we headed clear out of Planeptune, and straight through Leanbox. I would say that the trip going was uneventful, but a drink and a dino cruising along at speeds exceeding any land speed limit while crushing all in our path is kind of an event in it and of itself. I questioned whether or not we were actually moving or if the world just rotated along to the cadence of Mr. Pretty's every earth upheaving step.

"Mr. P.!" I yelled, Exec Cottage in the nearing distance. "Jump for it!"

I tugged at my impromptu reigns, and Mr. Pretty leaped into the sky. We flew high above the land, breached over the clouds, and came down in just the right time to cleave out a large portion of Exec Cottage's fourth story with Mr. P's forward legs and underbelly.

"Ha ha!" It was a small and petty victory, but damned if it didn't make me smile.

Mr. Pretty didn't even need to land in a roll, or on his side. We dove straight into the ground, through dirt and through stone until we finally came to rest in a pool of molten lava. We remained unscathed, however, as our combined aura had become enough to shield us from all worldly threats. In other words, we've been OPed into space and back.

Our crater was incredibly simple to climb out of, it being more of a direct burrowing into the world than an actual crater. Once we had returned to the surface, we were met by a large contingent of armed troopers in dull gray armor. Their weapons were practically ancient, but I had reach final boss level strength by this point. Any NPC fool enough to try and wait in my path would be met with a quick and definite demise.

"H-Hold your positions, Men!" went the lead trooper, her voice quivering, and legs shaking.

Standing with my feet firmly on Mr. Pretty's gem studded bonce, I called out to them. "Trooper, tell your man to stand down. I've only come here for your captive." Ganache's demise can wait until I see the state of Novella.

"Stand down, Commander." The voice of Sam Riegel had never before filled me with so much rage. Not even back when he voice Rex Raptor in Yu-Gi-Oh. Though the only appropriate introduction he deserved at this point had to do with meat hook through both eyes, out came Ambassador Ganache from the damaged plantation house of Exec Cottage. "Mr. Representative, you look well! How have you been?"

"Mr. Pretty." No not you Ganache.

My partner lowered his head so that I could jump to the ground. I started to walk on my own two feet. Immediately I noticed that there was something strange about me. The feel of the ground under my step. The swing of my arms as I walked. Even the air I breathed felt different somehow, wrong.

"You're positively glowing, and your hair! I would've never figured you to be a red head."

"I would've never figured you to stoop so low as kidnapping just to get back at me, Riegel." I clenched the grip of my whip in my hand. I surprised that it didn't break. "I'm sure that it was part of some greater plan, just like this whole invasion scenario, but Novella's my daughter. The fact that you've taken her from me means that – let's skip the drawn out dialogues, shall we?" I grabbed him by the scuff of his shirt. "WHERE THE FUCK IS MY DAUGHTER? SURRENDER HER TO ME, OR DIE!"

"No-Now, Mr. Representative, there's no need to to resort to violence." He insists, though his goons still hold their weapons up at me.

I forced his face closer to mine. Unblinkingly, we stared eyeball-to-eyeball, and I think he just evacuated his bladder.

"Listen to me, you whose voice is smooth as velvet, for I will not repeat myself. I am a father scorned, and you have stolen my daughter. From a purely narrative standpoint, I am deadlier than the reaper and infinite times angrier. Should I come to find that my daughter has minus even a single hair on her beautiful head, I will blame you, and I will kill you. I will kill you, and I will make all the Indies pay for your folly. I will march through every Indie city state, and I will destroy all in my path. I will break thousands of families for even a single slight against mine. In discriminately, I will tear through man, woman, and child as consequence of anything and everything done to my child. In one hand, I will wield death. In my opposite hand, I will drag YOUR CORPSE behind me, so that every person I come to slaughter knows who it was that unleashed this monster upon them. History will remember me as a genocidal maniac, but you will be the one remember to have unlocked my cage. Now, tell me where my daughter is."

Then it was quiet. Ganache was quiet. His troops were quiet. Even the wind was quiet, though she wasn't really stirring much to begin with. I just wish that someone could have sounded off to break the tension.

*ENNNNNNNNRRRRRRRAAAANN*

Well…, that was quiet possibly the most hideous noise mine ears have ever been plagued by. Shortly followed by the sight of Ganache's face peeling away into little fractal flakes of fluttering skin. That might sound like a step in the right direction for the betterment of the world at large, but the fact that there was a face underneath that false skin made me wonder who exactly I wasted my "Father Scorned" speech on.

Once the mask cleared away, I could now fully realize who it was I was trying to kill. It was that maid girl from before, the dark skin of her face was dotted with ugly pink splotches, probably from sustaining some sort of burn, or something.

"Meredith, right?" I hope I got her name right, anyways. It'd be so awkward otherwise.

"Y-Ye-Yes…." Maid Meredith whimpered, fearfully.

"Did Ganache talk you into this? If so, how?"

"I don't know…. He told me everything'd be okay…." She said.

To all you girls out there, if a guy tells you "everything's going to be okay," just to get you to do what he wants, he's probably lying.

"Do you regret listening to him?" I asked her.

"Yeah…."

"Good. It's just too bad that you didn't listen to me back when I said not to turn this into a serious story." I'm doing my best to keep things fairly jovial, but I think that my job's been made much more difficult as of late. "Please die gruesomely."

"What?" I think she peed a little more, and then I snapped her neck and tossed her body behind me so that Mr. Pretty could step on her and we'd be minus one very stupid maid.

*STOMP!*

Thanks, Mr. P..

"Alright, I did that without asking where Ganache was, so I'll have to ask you troopers!" I was actually pretty excited. The female troopers were pretty cute. It's just a pity that they're all cowering in fear. Girls are almost always prettier when they're happy. "Okay! Let's get to the bottom line!" I pull at my whip, and I stiffen my back. Breathe in Chet. Breathe out. Calm your nerves, and remember what master taught you…. "Child Protection School! Whip Art! Profusion of One Thousand Children Laughing Joyously!"

You know, there's a certain nuance that names like that lose when they're translated into another language.

I cut through the air with my whip, and a wave of air cut through enemy ranks and plowed through the dirt. Two cutie pie troopers were instantly annihilated as they were caught up in the wave, and another lost her arm due to her poor position at the time.

"Holy shit, am I over powered. I feel like a protagonist in a Dynasty Warriors game! I love those games!" Focus, Chet! We've got your daughter to save. "Right, um… okay! So if any of want to fight, I'm down with that, but I ask that you with families might reconsider that. Just lay down your weapons, and direct me in the general direction of your leader, alright?"

The troopers all just looked at me like I was insane. Is liking Dynasty Warriors really that bad a thing? They're fun games!